Of Darkness Visible So Much

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.

All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood; All Partial Evil, Universal Good.

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.